Walk with me, love
Under blue-fielded dreams
And soft, palpable cotton balls
Hung thick to roam above us
Where cares are no more worries
Than the sun is to the sky
And love can last forever
Holding hands that never die
You can push me on this tire swing
And twirl me in exuberance
Catch me should I tumble
And laugh with me as we fall to the soft grass
As the sky falls to indigo curtains
And diamonds pierce above
Forever burning for all to see
Symbolism for our love
Ah, Life was simpler then
When all of this was not so distant
When we didn't have to dream
For a vintage Sunday to occur
And ours will last forever
Though times have changed from start to start
We'll swing on simple tires
And commit each diamond to our hearts
It's possible with you
A contest entry
- vintage sunday by adsaige.
300 points, ended June 25, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
He holds me by a string.....
Comments
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I like the words but not crazy about the stanza formtion...



